Sunday, May 19, 2013

When I'm Not Drowning

As fast as a handslides through the airpast your eyesas fast as thatit can dawn on youcast a long line aftdig deeper into the meaning of evenings spent like days inside that layer of comfortblows in from sunlit outsideblinded windows gleamYoung Nick yowls, singingMoon near and workingthis is a kind of life I'm dreamingmaking now, schemingbending towarda future sharp with lightand life given and gotten in good faitha hand extended taken in fastit happens like a trick except you mean itand it really really happenswhen you're busy thinkingor simply being yourself so hard it's hard to imagineoutside of doing itall the timeso very fastfaster than a hand perhaps